We’ve all been there…
…waking up the next morning and slowly remembering the night before…
…but I guarantee you’ve never had a morning after like this!
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(c) 2012 Simon Goodson.
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Morning After
I really didn’t want to wake up that morning. Hangover doesn’t even begin to describe
it. Hangover is a sanitised word. A scrubbed up word. It doesn’t begin to express the pounding
drumbeat of your pulse crashing through your head. The slivers of glass rammed into your eyes by
each beam of light. The fact your mouth
is drier than the sahara and tastes like… sorry. I’d better stop there, the taste is best left
alone.
So basically I felt like death whilst still being around to
experience it. Why on earth would I want
to get up and not go straight back to sleep?
Probably the number one reason that gets anyone in that state out of
bed. My bladder. It was sending signals that even my hazed
brain couldn’t ignore. Get up right now
or you’re going to regret it.
So I got up. Well, I
rolled to the edge of the bed. Let my
legs roll off and ended up half kneeling, half laying on the bed. Against all logic that suddenly seemed to be
the most comfortable position ever devised. A perfect position to fall
asleep. Once again the urgent signals
from my bladder won through though and I clambered to my feet.
That’s when it hit me.
A flashback of the dream I’d had the night before. Well, nightmare not dream. Not a slight drifting into your mind memory
but a full on, shiver down the spine, instant flashback. Made my heart thump, my breathing speed up
and damn near caused a disaster. I half
ran, half shambled into the bathroom just in time.
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